"[color=red]Whoa, whoa, whoa, sugar,[/color]" Ash made a throaty growl, flicking his wrist toward the door. A torrent of flame roared from his hand, flames splashing against the door and dropping down to shroud the door in a wall of smoldering metal and rumbling flames. "[color=red]Careful, girly. I'm can play nice, but fire ain't too picky on what it likes to cuddle with.[/color] Ash ran a hand through his mohawk as he closed the gap between himself and the blonde trying to make a run for it. Ash leaned down and slid his fingers under Jormungdar's muscular body and draped her around his neck. He stopped before her, grinning and allowing the cigarette to drop from his lips. The smoke still trickled out from between his lips.

He offered her a hand and motioned with his head to the room and the small group of powered people. "[color=red]Now,[/color]" Ash's lips turned in a chesire cat grin, "[color=red]Let's all act civilised and get to know one another. We got about ten minutes before the fire department shows up and I'm not letting that flame go away. Play nice and I'll do the same sugar. You don't wanna get smart and you don't wanna get mean, cause I'll win, honey. I'll win and you'll be right back where you started.[/color]"